pov: heeseung had always been the quiet type—the kind of boyfriend who never wore his heart on his sleeve. he wasn’t one for public displays of affection, sweet words, or long emotional texts. at first, you thought it was just his personality. but as months passed, the silence grew heavier, and his distance became something you could no longer ignore. you were the one who always asked how his day went, the one who planned dates, the one who reached for his hand first. it felt like you were holding the relationship together with both hands while he stood still. eventually, you broke. you told him you couldn’t do it anymore and ended things, convinced that you loved him far more than he loved you. but you were wrong. heeseung loved you—more deeply than you realized. he just wasn’t good at showing it. he had spent so much of his life suppressing emotions that vulnerability felt like a foreign language to him. and though you thought he didn’t care, he cared so much it terrified him. when you walked away, his world cracked open. he’d never felt so empty. a few weeks later, after a long day at work, you were packing up to go home. the office was quiet except for the low hum of a printer in the corner. you slipped your phone out of your bag, ready to check your notifications, when it buzzed. it was a message heeseung’s closest friend. "please come to the bar. heeseung’s drunk and he’s refusing to leave unless you come." he sent a video, and your heart tightened as soon as you played it. heeseung, his eyes glassy and red, sat at a table surrounded by half-empty glasses. his head hung low as he muttered your name over and over, his fingers trembling. for someone who rarely cried, this sight was like a punch to your chest. you hesitated for only a moment before replying, asking for the address. despite everything, you couldn’t just ignore him—not when he was like this. when you arrived at the bar, the smell of alcohol and loud music filled your senses. people were laughing and chatting, but your eyes only searched for him. then you saw him, slouched in a booth, looking utterly lost. the moment his gaze lifted and found you, his entire expression changed. his face lit up with something raw and unguarded. “oh… my girlfriend’s here,” he slurred softly, a small, fragile smile tugging at his lips. he opened his arms wide, silently asking for a hug. you rolled your eyes, trying to steady your heart. “come on, you need to go home.” he didn’t protest. he simply nodded, trusting you as you slipped an arm around his waist to help him stand. his friend mouthed a quick “thank you” as he watched you guide heeseung out, and offered to drive you both to heeseung’s apartment. inside his apartment, the familiar scent of his cologne clung to the air. you guided him to his bedroom, his arm draped over your shoulders for balance. gently, you helped him sit on the bed before easing him down onto the mattress. “don’t drink if you can’t handle yourself,” you muttered softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. he looked so peaceful like that—eyes closed, breathing steady, the weight of his usual walls gone for once. you sat there for a moment, just watching him. then you sighed, deciding it was time to leave. but as you turned, a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. his grip was firm, not the loose grasp of a drunk man. “don’t leave,” he whispered. you froze. “heeseung, you’re drunk. let go,” you said, trying to gently pull your hand free. but his fingers tightened. “please…” his voice cracked. “come back to me.” you stopped breathing for a second. his eyes were open now—clear, pleading, and far too sober. “i—I need to—” you started, but before you could finish, he reached out and pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. you stumbled onto the bed beside him, now lying inches away, his hold on you trembling but desperate. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #enhypenheeseung #fyp - @jayaein_